I don’t feel inspired very often. When I do it’s a bit like catching a cloud in a container. If I’m lucky the words coalesce and drip through my fingertips and it just feels so right that I’m the mountain they crashed into. Sometimes it’s a story or a lesson I’m learning. It mostly happens with words (which I consider my primary art form). I have friends who can visualize whole films or songs in their head which also sounds cool. I guess we each have our own muse. But 99% of the time it doesn’t feel that way. It’s me pushing a wheelbarrow of words uphill...hoping that through sheer effort they are given more gravity. I don’t know what anyone else’s creative process looks like or feels like. I know I’ve written something true when it feels effortless in the moment and a little scary afterwards. It makes my arms tingle like I’ve had too much coffee or the moment before jumping off a cliff. I think waiting for and trusting in that 1% of inspiration is my job more than anything else. It’s fleeting but so deeply satisfying I forget entirely about algorithms, time, or self consciousness. I never considered myself an artist but I don’t know a better word for my obsession with this peculiar form of unpredictable, mildly frustrating fun. I’m curious - What does your art feel like? - Photos by @josiahwg one of my most inspiring creative friends